Colour Red Poems | Examples
These Colour Red poems are examples of Red poems about Colour. These are the best examples of Red Colour poems written by international poets.
When the pungent dust
and smoke settles
on empty streets
and on the rubble strewn,
bombed out blocks -
when all colour
has been bled out
of the land
leaving a shroud
of deathly grey,
what can we do
but weep
and let our tears
trickle down onto
that red geranium
clinging to life
in a battered pot
balanced
on the last windowsill
left standing
in our homeland.
I used to think blood meant forever,
That family would never hurt you.
“Blood’s thicker than water,” right?
But I take the water—
Wash away the blood,
Remove the red-soaked stains from my life.
Blood thicker than water?
Maybe in another life.
Family—
A word that holds little meaning,
A word they never earned.
They should have been my safe space,
Yet now there’s just an empty space,
A place I no longer belong.
I’m still here,
But they are gone.
I’m the black sheep of the family,
You could say different from the rest.
I never fit, no matter how much
I changed my shape or colour.
I tried to change,
Tried to blend in,
But I hated that I had to pretend—
Pretend to be one of them.
I finally realized maybe the black sheep isn’t bad.
Maybe being different
Is the realest thing this family has ever had.
If red is your favourite colour,
Then let there be blood in the sky,
Bleed out would I,
Just to appease your preferences,
Plant one million roses,
As the lavender decomposes,
Just to indulge your eyes.
Ruby rivers cover silver streams,
I could not comprehend even in dreams,
What I would do for that scarlet shade,
Saturating my days, it is not afraid,
To discolour my vision,
‘Twas a lie of omission,
To make you my perfect rouge.
Blackened. Charred.
Are the blossoms of autumn's acclaimed abundance
No longer dance they in vivid wonderance,
Singed by the frigid frost,
Stand they forlorn and lost.
Barren. Desolate.
Stand the trees.
Marooned in an island of dry leaves.
Wracked by glacial winds
As deep winter imprints.
A few brave bougainvillea
Struggle in straggly strands
To defy winter's hands.
Up they climb into yellowing leaves
Cobbling colour into the sheaves.
Unfazed. Undeterred.
By mutinous nature
Munificent flames the trailblazer...
Widespread flames in riotous red
Red riotous flames widespread.
An everlasting Christmas
Bedecks the shrub in richness
Bouquets of ruby crowned in gold
Amidst emerald and jade leaves untold
It is the flaming Glorybower.
Not for it the wheel of seasons
An evergreen...it blooms in legions
Symbolising life everlasting
Even in winter's fog and freezing...
Bringing red flaming glory to many a bower
For it is the flaming Glorybower.
It sounds warm
Framed in dust
Weak
Paved in rust
But still sooths the anchor
Claims the difference
While raging an instance
Beneath the tree of life
Red is eye-catching
Red is said to be
The colour of love
Red is Fierce yet delicate
Red is clean on a clear mind
Red is just red without
A matter of distinction
Red is you!
Laura Victory
She smiles when she's out,
Says her favorite colour is blue.
"it reminds me of the sea,"
"its the colour of my shoe"
Then she says its purple,
"its a beautiful colour,"
"imagine the pretty flowers"
They'd look like no other"
Then her sleeve slips up her arm,
revealing from where she bled,
and its in that very moment,
We see her favourite colour is red.
Red #1
(poppies and war)
By Michelle Morris
01/09/2020
Red is the colour of poppies
In motion like the blood spilled
In the earth and the ocean
By war and battles;
Men broken...
Red is the colour of war and danger,
Hearts bleeding for soldiers dying
To protect our freedom and
A way of life for
Future generations...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
The colour of red
Bright and flickering
At one moment
Looks dangerous or bloody
At the other moment
Looks prosperous, enthusiastic or sincere
Different circumstances different interpretations
Like the world we are facing
Especially the political world
Always full of puzzles, paradoxes and mysteries
To be solved
Throughout our lives
Many words of fabrication said
To justify one’s fatal end
Innocent blood to be shed
For love of colour red,
Soon to hell he’ll go
Leave behind though
Broken hearts
Ne’er to
Mend.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
RED ROSE
GOD MADE RED ROSE
GOD ALSO LIVE IN RED ROSE
RED ROSE IS A SYMBOL OF LOVE AND PEACE
RED ROSE IS A NATURAL WONDERFULL PIECE
RED ROSE IS A RED ROSE
IT IS NOT OLD NOT ODD
RED ROSE IS A KING OF FLOWERS
ROSE SYMBOL OF LOVE
ROSE BEAUTY OF NATURE
ROSE IS RED AND WHITE IN COLOUR
I LIKE RED COLOUR
ROSE SMILE OF PERSON
ROSE GIFT OF PERSON
ROSE FRAGRANCE EVERYBODY LIKE
WITHOUT FRAGRANCE NO LIFE
I presume she had pink lips
Hidden beneath a layer of
thick red lipstick
So much so you couldn't even hear
them speak
Because transfixed and
mesmerized by them alone
Was i
Everything else my senses muted
For i could not did not see her
eye's her shadow shape
Anything in the background the
colour of the canvass i tried
and prayed to replicate
What she was wearing if her
hair was indeed down or up
As so lost was i and under spell
Both time and date did not apply
so never even bothered to look
Because when an angel appears
and shows it form
And you think you must be
dreaming
For fear to blink and awaken
Just take in and be in the moment
For as long as beauty lies before
your eye's
Pink or red and red is pink
Waiting to be discovered
In order to rendered one comatose
in statute state
Through youthful blind all seeing
old eye's
Simply presume they have everything
We all hurt
And we all heal
Some parts we share and some parts we conceal
Some we get over
Some are more than we can bear
Some leave us with the heaviest hearts in despair
Cracks and crevices precede our brokenness
Parting the pieces just enough
Slivers of light emit and illuminate, like shiny diamonds in the rough
When the light inside glows brighter
In time, our hurts and heartaches mend
Gaining insight from experience, finding new ways to love again
It's true, we all bleed red
But our healing palettes are one-of-a-kind
Prepared to paint in living colour, the canvas of body, heart and mind
March 16, 2021
Green was the colour of your shirt at school park,
Where we used to fly and run and sit at,
Cyan was the colour of the hero of the Marvels,
Whose name I used to annoyingly call.
Isn't it just so preety to think,
All along there was some
INVISIBLE STRINGS,
Tying you to me.
Red was the anger of the boy of our class,
Whom we used to laugh at,
And whom we admire.
Cool was the lyric of the song of that film,
Which we chose chemistery class to sing at,
You said I sound like a american singer.
Time ,
Mystical time,
Cutting me open and healing me fine,
Were there clues??
I didn't see...
But isn't it just so preety to think,
All along there was some
INVISIBLE STRINGS,
Tying you to me....
Poetry Contest:Charm Me
Red
Red - the colour of birth,
Of the crimson cloak
Shrouding the joyous mirth,
And of the fragile feet
Untouched by this sordid earth.
Red -The colour of romance,
Of ruby roses and paper hearts
Wherefore love is enhanced,
And of the coral cheeks that blush
Upon true love's first glance.
Red- the colour of grandiose,
Of Chanel clutches and Gucci shoes
Thronged in Madison avenue stores.
And of the smear on that luscious lips
For which a fortune it did cost.
Red – the colour of peace,
Of the scarlet sky at dusk
Ever so surreal and serene,
And of the autumn woods which entraps
Visitors into an enchanted dream.
Red – the colour of sorrow,
Of russet eyes that swell
With endless tears to follow.
And of sore hands that toiled throughout
Only for a hopeless tomorrow.
Red- the colour of pain
Of that claret mole, having numbered one's days,
Blotching the skin so frail
And of the spew coughed up
With agonising ever-lasting strain.
RED- the colour of death
Of blood splattered murky walls
Of a war-torn sect,
Of scars and horrors and tragedies
Deeply etched within the never forsaking wretched.
Red without which we would be dead.
I bought a bag on holiday
Deep red
Gorgeous
Stylish and petite
Neat
I couldn't wait to use
Then I realised
I had no matching shoes
Whats a girl to do
Without the matching shoe
Throw conformity to the wind
Or begin a search that might never end
The hunt began
But the shoes had to match
Right colour right style
I am prepared to wait a while
Time passed by
I was beginning to despair
Would I ever get my matching pair
Then one day out of the blue
I see the matching shoe
On a shelf all alone
Beckoning me to try it on
Tentatively I put it on
Then I request the second one
Will this be a success
Have I found the matching shoes
Or am I going to get the blues
No blues for me
Yes they are the one
Now I am ready to stun
My epic journey is over
Treasure found
Happiness all around
My red shoes